B A N G - B A N G .

    “‘s it-it buh-b-bad?”

HOOO boy i’m not sure i can explain this well, or if i did already, but cal actually .. is susceptible to high-energy spikes. like .. in spite of being chill 89% of the time, he can be energetic & what would he do, you may ask? probably actually pace around his motel room, or even go out. i’d think he’s more prone to do dumb things because he’s alone so he’d like ?? hold himself up between two surfaces and swing his legs to & fro, you feel, only to end up landing on his back and collapsing on the ground. LOL.

black licorice isn’t a candy it’s a punishment 

   head lifts, a little disarrayed by a minor wave of vertigo that twirled him around. he waits a moment for the spinning room to settle when looking at matt, “al--a-..alway-ways,” a brow raises, curious, “mm?” there’s a little tug on his lips that ghosts a smile.

     he feels like strands of his paranoia had been plucked just then, as played innocently like an instrument that emits his own imaginative worry. there’s a moment he takes to breathe, settle in, before reclining into his seat. his face may not have conveyed MUCH, but internally he felt stirred. “w--wuh..why?”